Luglfsk

Wriggling children of the aether-taint, drawn to power like moths to a drowning lantern.

Horde, small, amphibious, corrupted. Each one is a few feet long, like a cuttlefish crossed with a giant maggot, squirming wet and gray, a face full of feelers whose touch stings like lightning. They spend most of their lives in the water, congregating near power-crystals and aetherium artifacts that have been claimed by the river.

HP 3 · Armor 1

Electric shock d6 (hand, reload)
Chew d4 (hand)

Instinct: To feed

Moves

Capsize boats without surfacing
Drag victims to the cold riverbed
Name its price before it strikes
Call the river itself to flood